“You earned it in spades.”She laughed, slipped her phone back into her pocket, pulled her top down, and then retrieved a bunch of bar napkins from... the opposite pocket. She handed me a couple before wiping my jizz off her hand and wrist with the rest.The sound of a car door shutting in the parking lot out front snapped me out of my post-come coma sufficiently to wipe the cum off my dick.“You... Uhm... Going to be here tomorrow night?” I asked.She chuckled. “No. The judges are good at recognizing. .. ahh... dish?" I said."That's what I got out of it," Tess said. "I mean, they know that the three of us are together, and they surmised, I guess, that if Kim and I swung both ways, maybe we'd be interested in swinging their way, too." Well, I wish I'd have been consulted," I said with mock indignation. "That Vanessa was pretty prime!" Shut up, Will," Tess said, smiling. "What about you, Kim? Are you 'disappointed, ' too?" No," Kim said. "I like what we're doing. I even like what we do -- you. ” “I was going to ask.” “Your babies are waiting for you to wake up.” “I have been trying to wake up, but can’t.” “You will when it is time.” “Ok.”One week later, we brought William and Gwenyth home. Seeing them in their nursing sling was a site. I took a picture of them sucking on Erin and Lynn’s breasts for our family scrapbook. That portion of the book was my favorite. The various pics of my children sucking on each of my wives’ breasts made me feel warm and fuzzy.Our family was holding on. When I got back into bed, James was laying on his back, cock in hand,slowly jerking away. That was the last time I had had sex with him before Igot married. It was a hot night, I was so sad, and he was sad for sure, buttried to mask it. The wedding went well, James didn't leave any marks on mybody, but fuck did I mark him . . . his neck, his back, his chest and arms,his thighs and abs . . . I made love to him for the last time. Untilseveral weeks ago, when I walked into his room that Tuesday.